Kenny must have been a bottle baby because he plunged onto Karen’s titties cupping and squeezing one with his hand while his lips drove directly...to the prominent nipple on the other. They immediately sealed themselves to Karen’s engorged rubbery nipple and began sucking. Karen regretted that her titties couldn’t give forth milk to satisfy Kenny’s almost desperate suckling at her breast. Jimmy on the other hand reached out and stroked the curly fur on Karen’s. ‘It’s called passion,’ I replied as I grabbed her breast and started fondling it. Our faces drew closer on the pillow and we embraced and kissed passionately. My hand moved over the ample curve of her smooth bottom, grabbing a handful of her soft flesh as our lips fused and tongues entwined. I marvelled at the sheer size of her buttocks. I had meant to finger her anus, but I discovered that my hand couldn’t reach around the formidable mass of flesh and to her ass crack. ‘I want to penetrate. Why was Henry acting this way? He was Charlotte'sfianc?.She had agreed to come along on this little camping trip in the Catskillsto act as chaperone, since Charlotte and Henry were not married yet, butHenry was not behaving at all like a gentleman.She had thought she was alone. She had left the two of themtogether-well, maybe she was supposed to prevent that, but she was ayoung woman too and knew how Charlotte felt-and found an invitingmountain stream deep enough to bathe in. She had started. Someone estimated that there were six hundred thousand toone million people gathering for the Jefferson Parish parade. Of courseno one would have recognized the pretty little baby girl sitting in thewhite wicker carriage nor the sweet little girl pushing it.Four and one half miles to travel uptown then downtown to the toastingarea. Chuck had imagined what this might be like but, in all honesty,couldn't have imagined what it really was like. He watched two yearsworth of parades in New Orleans.